What They Said About Gardens

 


There are so many quotes about gardens and gardening. Most of them have lots of flowery (pardon the pun) language about being one with nature and such. Here are a few quotes that resonated with me, and I thought you might like them too.


“A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.”

-- Doug Larson
 

“A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.”

-- D. Elton Trueblood
 

“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.”

 -- May Sarton
 

“Weeds are flowers too -- once you get to know them.”

 -- A. A. Milne

“Gardening is not a rational act.”

-- Margaret Atwood

“What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.”

-- Charles Dudley Warner

“The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.”

-- W. H. Davies

“There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.”

-- Alfred Austin

“I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.”

 -- Tom Hodgkinson

“When I go into the garden, I forget everything. It's uncomplicated in my world of gardening. It's trial and error, really. If something doesn't work, it comes out, and you start all over again.”

 -- Emilia Fox

“It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.”

-- Lewis Grizzard

I am an introvert who seeks recognition, but only a little bit. I live in Southern Wisconsin and yes, I do enjoy cheese and a half-dozen or so beers each year. Somehow I found someone willing to marry me back in 1976, and so far so good. We have children and grandchildren and they are all really something.

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